Behind the main shaft is this familiar industrial sight… a running count of days since the last injury.
Two charmers, I’m sure. This area was a coal pit for the nearby power plant.
One thing I like about the oppressive globalist-wrought future is the idea of numerically subdividing spaces; my geek side sort of wants to live in a flat that can be sorted by as Dewey Decimal-like code.
Imagine the voice of an entitled White suburban mother. She’s now talking about oral hygiene in the “urban” (Black) schools.
Twin tracks exit a concrete wall below St. Anthony (Cathedral) Hill.
This tunnel goes to the adit over the Eagle River Mills. I bet those carts go fast down here!
Empty equipment racks behind a missile launcher.
You can see why so few products had bright packaging. If the can here was brown, you’d never see it in a dark wood cabinet.
Christmas lights from the time Island Station was an art studio lean against a rusty boiler.